[Virtually] Duking It Out Over Windsor Terrace
A few weeks ago, a reporter for the Daily News did a shop-through of Windsor Terrace, concluding that it had a “quaint retail mix” — that was actually the article’s title. Her take on neighborhood fixture Farrell’s — “Farrell’s smells like beer, has a hardwood floor, and neon Budweiser signs and an American flag in…
A few weeks ago, a reporter for the Daily News did a shop-through of Windsor Terrace, concluding that it had a “quaint retail mix” — that was actually the article’s title. Her take on neighborhood fixture Farrell’s — “Farrell’s smells like beer, has a hardwood floor, and neon Budweiser signs and an American flag in the windows… It’s not my cup of tea – or beer” — inspired a response from a longtime neighborhood resident on Container Diaries, a Windsor Terrace blog. “Institutions like Farrell’s and their survival are critical to the history that is so deeply entrenched in a neighborhood like Windsor Terrace.” The debate that follows is so heated, we thought for a minute we were reading Brownstoner.
Protect Your Turf [Container Diaries]
Farrell’s Pub. Photo by Rob Hoey.
I am so sorry, I was totally kidding and did not realize I had typed a poor choice of word to Jumpin Jack Flash. Peace and all.
Now, wait a minute. Jumpin Jack Flash, I may have to come and kick your ass. I may not hang out in Farrell’s but let’s have some friggin respect for the CLANCY BROTHERS, alright???!! LOL!!! I love the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. Love them. Will and can listen all day long, every day….so careful, now, sonny.
OMG Redmimi, that Miller person’s captions under the photos are so vague and ridiculous, it’s just silly.
I would be interested in seeing some hard facts re ” a lot of
Muslim-American beatdowns after 9/11″ First of all, there are not a lot of Muslim-Americans in the neighborhood, so where did the alleged victims come from? I do specifically remember some people I know going to Pierre’s and the Love Store to make sure the owners were ok and letting them know they were valued members of our community. I also find Ms. Miller’s
article condescending and most of all, almost every picture’s caption was wrong. If I am setting myself up as the authority on what a neighborhood needs, I don’t care if it is a different department of the paper, I am going to make damn
sure the pictures of the neighborhood are correctly identified.
Lady if you gotta ask where the jukebox is then you’re probably a regular. Just whisper the secret password to
Eddie the bartender, he’ll show ya….smile. I’m tired of the Clancy brothers anyway. How about some NKOTB!!! ( LOL!)
JJF DO NOT GO THERE WITH THE METS ! LOL SERIOUSLY WTF IN FARRELLS IS A JUKEBOX SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME ????
GIOSUE, It’s gotta be the Mets jersey. I can’t be that much of a pig as I don’t wear lipstick. Sorry for the “quotes” but you also refer to a bf & I stand corrected on the current acceptable phrase, I didn’t think of partner. Wishing you many happy thoughts and I’ll wave when I see you both. I’ve never yelled at you so if that’s the bug up your arse dona blamea me. Cooking at home can be rewarding and help stretch a budget, you can do wonders with hot dogs. How you serve ’em is your business.
Okay, then….I grew up there, too. As far as I know, we never called our neighborhood “Windsor Terrace” til they came out with those little phone books with that written on them. I think I used to say I was from Park Slope, and that’s when my boyfriend from Marine Park called it Park SLOP!
Farrell’s housed my drinking Irish father and grandfather. We drove the hearse past Farrell’s the day of each one’s funeral…etc. It may not be the most liberal place on earth but I am the liberal I am because I grew up there.
Trashing Farrell’s doesn’t change a thing. I don’t even like going into Farrell’s. It’s not my thing. I’m a woman, first of all. I come from a long line of alcoholics, secondly and so don’t drink and thirdly, that’s not where I like to hang out.
Why go hang out where it doesn’t feel like home?
Farrell’s has never pretended to be anything other than what it is. A neighborhood bar.
Let Farrell’s be what it is, kiss whoever you like wherever you like, more power to you and let’s all do a little peace, love and harmony.
Have a great day, all.
I’ve never gone in there again, but I’m sure as hell not going to stop going to Dub pies or Oak Park or any of the stores on 9th ave that I’ve been going to all my life just because some drunken assholes who hate their own life can’t stop yelling at me.
You’ll see me again, making out with my bf across the street from Farrell’s. You’ll notice me, and when you do, you’ll know that I WAS BORN HERE….
Deal with it.
Jumpin jack flash: What a complete pig of a man you are.
You forget that I said I grew up here. I dont wear dresses. Most of the time I’m wearing a Mets jersey.
And if I want to hold my partner’s hand (was there a need to put “boyfriend” in quotes, really?) I’ll do it in my Mets jersey or a GD dress made of out of Metrocards, you don’t have the right to say a thing about it.